Energy Ritual: a Short Erotic Story…
An older male who prac..
🕑 Added 2022-12-13 04:25:06 +0000 UTC
Energy Ritual: a Short Erotic Story…
An older male who practices occult magic has been watching me online for a while. He loves my unique spark of energy that makes my personality so social and my penis so erotic. First he send occasional replies, then he starts to DM. Eventually he reveals that he can use magic…
I seem intrigued because I’ve never met someone like him before. He offers to demonstrate his skills and I agree. He puts me into a trance and once I’m under, he immediately uses his magic to locate my unique spark and initiates a dark energy link between it and his body.
When I wake up, I feel horny and I tell him that I can feel a unique connection to him that wasn’t there before. He says this is normal and says it’s going to make me feel so relaxed the longer we’re connected by his magic.
At first I don’t notice anything out of the ordinary. Sure I start stuttering a bit and I trip a lot more while walking around, but I don’t think much of it. And he’s right, when I get home from work, I feel super chill and relaxed.
He tells me that he can tell our link is unique and excitedly encourages me to allow him to put me under again so that he can help me achieve even greater levels of relaxation. Once I’m out, he uses his magic to increase the strength of his dark energy link.
When I awake I feel exhausted. He tells me he’s proud of me and then tells me i should go to bed early. As my eyes close, his kind smile turns into a smirk, and soon his own eyes are closed in concentration as he focusses on transferring my spark out of my body and into his own.
When I wake up, I feel extremely low energy. I have trouble getting ready for work. I keep losing focus and dropping things. I miss my bus and arrive late. I forget my work badge at home and have to borrow one from the front desk. My stutter is worse and my boss asks if I’m ok.
I tell him I just didn’t sleep well. What I don’t know is that the youthful spark that once made conversation automatic, coordination instantaneous, and my sexual virility so vibrant, had been successfully extracted in the middle of the night and absorbed into my friend’s body.
After work my friend asks me how my day was and I sadly stutter to him about my awful day. He says he knows what will cheer me up and pulls his pants down. His dick that was once too heavy to point upward, is now standing straight up and flexing with an erotic pressure.
My mouth hangs open in shock and my dick twitches weakly in response. I try to masturbate it to full mast, but the organ just won’t stay rigid; it only ever gets semi hard and bends downward like how his dick used to.
He tells me he’s extremely proud of our progress as linked friends and then tells me he’s ready to sever our energy link so he can focus on meeting other people. I’m still not sure what’s going on and stutter hopelessly for him to help me rekindle my energy somehow.
He ruffles my hair, hands me a leather bound journal, and walks off. I still have no clue that the unique spark of life energy that once radiated talent and virility into my body had been plucked out of my body and absorbed. I open the book to chapter one; Energy Rituals.
